Clive Handforth: I'm a little man, sitting in a can.
And I thought my life had hit rock bottom when they told me about saturated fat.
Larry Da Vinci: Um, hello?
Clive Handforth: But now I've got no factory and nowhere to go.
Larry Da Vinci: I say...?
Clive Handforth: If only there was someone *AHEM* to deliver me from this putrid trough of tribulation!
Oh hello. My name's Clive. Clive Handforth.
Welcome to The Factory Of A Better Tomorrow, such as it is.
Larry Da Vinci: Now look here Clive, what's the sticky wicket on the Sackbots?
Clive Handforth: Oh right, looking to build an army, are you?
Indulge me, as I trudge down memory lane.
There was a time when we printed the most accurate calendars in the all the land.
Printed calendars and built huge spaceships.
A simple life, we weren't miserable.
Well, things could have been better, I suppose.
We got by.
But then, The Negativitron arrived and attacked!
I was ravaged and discarded.
Larry Da Vinci: Yes yes Clive, but the army?
Clive Handforth: The Sackbots are all enslaved inside the factory.
You'll have to get in and set them free.